That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.
Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman
You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because of their housing.
Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind.
I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Goulds wife when I was researching The Moor, and later the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor.
Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief?